Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 66: Things... Things Dragon Lady!

Don't move around.

Don't make hostile gestures.

Don't irritate the other person...it's best not to draw their attention.

but……

Want to fight with the other party.

Want to knock the other person down and subdue him.

I want to pin the other person to the ground, strip him of something important, and make him pay attention only to me.

He bit the tip of his tongue lightly, the slight sting dispelling the alien and contradictory feeling. His palm trembled slightly, slowly moving towards the sword on his belt.

The world is spinning.

Then, the sharp sound of wind came from beside me.

When Wu Chen realized what was happening, he found himself being pushed to the ground. Blazing golden hair fell around his ears, and what came into view were a pair of golden-red eyes as bright as molten lava.

So fast!

It’s also huge!
The dark cloak was thrown to the ground, revealing a fair and beautiful face. The straight nose bridge drew out the lines of a hero, but there was also a majestic wildness in it.

"People like this, there are still people like this?" Her voice was clear, but her words were very strange. Although she had made such an aggressive move, there was not a trace of hostility in it.

Her nose twitched as if she was smelling something.

"Yes? No? Forgotten? Insufficient qualifications?"

It's a weird feeling.

It should have been a major crisis, yet it was difficult to raise his guard. The position was so intimate, yet there was not even a hint of ambiguity. The person before him was an undeniable beauty, yet he couldn't muster even the slightest bit of sexual interest.

There's obviously nothing wrong with my body!

His fingers trembled violently, and his body, now enchanted by the spell, finally took action after a long delay. He slid backwards and broke free from the woman's grip—breaking free was easier than he had expected. However, as he straightened up and was about to take defensive action, the distance between him and the strange woman remained unchanged!

Still so close, still so close. Those slender hands, yet imbued with immense power, still pressed against Wu Chen's shoulders, his simple hunting suit unmoved in the cold wind.

Something has to be done.

No, maybe it should be 'say' rather than 'do'.

A very outrageous guess emerged in his mind, and Wu Chen almost couldn't help but run away on the spot!

"Who are you? Stay away from me!"

There was obvious confusion in the woman's eyes.

"Forget?" Her body seemed to skip a frame, moving backwards for more than ten meters. Then, as if realizing the distance was too great, she instantly closed it to just over a meter.

Not magic.

It's a fighter.

High-level warriors...the very tall kind.

She raised one hand and pressed it against her chest with grace and authority.

"Mil, name, me."

"Forgotten?" Those molten-gold eyes stared directly into Wu Chen's, their emotions complex. It seemed like anticipation, like nostalgia, but mostly confusion. "No?"

She seemed to be looking for someone, someone who had forgotten her. No, it was possible that she was not looking for a person, but a type of person.

"No." Wu Chen waved his hands vigorously. "I don't know who you're looking for, but I'm not you."

She looked a little lost.

Wu Chen breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to run away.

But instead of just running away, it’s better to act natural, say a few words and then slip away.

"I'm looking for two missing soldiers. They may have been attacked by a strange white creature. Have you seen or found any traces?"

The woman, still feeling lost, simply waved in one direction. There was no wind in the direction she waved, yet within a dozen meters of that direction, all the weeds, bushes, and anything else that might obstruct her vision bent and fell. Hidden within them, a series of footprints and hoof prints silently emerged.

Outrageous.

Wu Chen felt his forehead getting hot, and some sweat began to flow. It seemed the weather was indeed a little too warm for extensive outdoor activities.

"Thank you...Ms. Mill." He thanked her, and when she didn't react, he quietly retreated. All the muscles and nerves in his body were tense at this moment, and as he walked a distance, his small steps gradually turned into big strides.

Take big steps, extra big steps, until you break into a run.

His heart was pounding and sweat was pouring down his face, but even so, he continued to follow the remaining traces on the ground until he reached a wide area with a good view.

What the hell!

WTF, WTF, WTF, WTF!

What the hell, it's clearly not the Hearthfire Moon yet, the war between the Empire and Skyrim hasn't started yet, Alduin hasn't resurrected the Dragonborn and hasn't appeared yet, but why the hell... why the hell did a dragon suddenly appear out of nowhere in the wilds of Skyrim!

It's a dragon that walks in human form, a feminized dragon that only appears in the Apocrypha world line!

Calm down... calm down.

Dragons can indeed transform into humans, dragons do not have gender, and being essentially fragments of spacetime, they can indeed appear in a variety of forms. As a person with foresight, Wu Chen knew that even before the main storyline began and the World Devourer returned, there were indeed seven living dragons in the entire Skyrim region.

Three dragons serve Miraak, the First Dragonborn, in the Oblivion realm known as the Heresy, on Sothum. They are Korosaha, Sarotar, and Knozril.

A dragon in Soul Cairn, the only dragon in The Elder Scrolls V that is unkillable, both in story and gameplay. A projection of Duneville, whose body and Wuchen had an unfriendly encounter.

A dragon lies in the Dark Reach beneath the Earth. Its name is Vasuyo, and it slumbers in the ancient city of the Dwemer, the ancient city of the dwarves.

A dragon has gone mad. Its name is Numenelius, defeated thousands of years ago by a hero named Olaf. Its remains were transformed into Dragon's Reach in Whiterun. It was resurrected long ago, but it has been driven mad by a unique seal.

Another dragon resides atop Skyrim's highest peak, the Throat of the World. This dragon is Pactunas, the victor of the Dragon Wars on the side of humanity. Guided by the divine spirit Gina, he taught the ancient Nords the art of roaring and spitting.

The last one was a survivor of the Dragon War. It was neither killed nor sealed. Instead, it hid in the towering mountains south of Riften until Alduin returned. As the undead dragon, it was the first to respond to Alduin's call, and then died at the hands of the Dragonborn outside Whiterun.

Its name is Mirmenil.

Milmonier.

Mil.

One of the most notable characteristics of dragons is that they have no understanding of life, death, or time. Therefore, when they speak, especially in human language, their words are often quite fragmented and choppy. Of course, this is just an insignificant detail; the real reason is Wu Chen's mask.

Even in a dream, the dragon priest mask couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Isn't it natural for dragons to be interested in dragon priests? Furthermore, Mirmenir is a mighty ancient dragon who has survived through the ages, witnessing the rise and fall of the Dragon Cult. Even if the mask is now kept in a completely secure area, it still carries too much of the aura of a dragon priest!

Shit! Could this guy have been distracted by the appearance of the ghoul? Even if a dragon could fly, how could it have made it from the Rift Valley to the East in such a short time?

Was it teleported here?!

His thoughts were in turmoil, but Wu Chen didn't want to dwell on it. He'd already learned enough about mind reading from Hera. And right now, he didn't want to be with a dragon that could easily defeat a hundred of his own… even if it was a dragon mother! It was like standing next to an active volcano that could erupt at any moment, with life and death completely out of his control!

calm……

Take a deep breath.

Focus on what you can do now and complete the commitments you have made.

He looked around, but there seemed to be no trace of anything nearby. However, the air was filled with a faint scent of blood.

It should be nearby.

His sight shifted, and a small hill appeared before his eyes. Around the hill were traces of ancient man-made structures. Perhaps this was an abandoned mining area.

As projections, the White Walkers only follow their instincts and currently probably only hunt for life.

And this kind of mine in the wilderness is most likely to become a bandit camp.

He walked forward, toward the hill, without looking back, because he was truly afraid of something.

He was really scared to turn around and see 'Mil' standing a few meters behind him.

(End of this chapter)